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#9, July 2005
"I, forest" first try. |
July 16, 2005. Lac Ouaureau, early morning.
#9, July 2005.
It began as I awoke, rose from bed and saw a few faint breaths of
sun come in the window and touch my nude body.
I went out on the deck,
found a place where I could face into the sun through the trees, and let
it shine in my eyes and flicker everywhere on me.
I dressed and went to
the studio, went in back of the studio where the sun was shining through
the dense forest,
opened my clothes and let the sun move through the trees
and penetrate my body.
I, forest.
July 17, 2005. Lac Ouaureau, morning.
More on #8, July 2005.
Yes, the painting was perfect but wasn’t.
If only I can find the right place for the single note. An hour or two of
most perfect touch, shape, hue, intensity, value.
First, the sun. Then
after a bit more looking, realize that perfect yellow disk was not enough
to solve the dead space.
Then try the red life-diamond. That was not
enough. OK, give up, use the calligraphy.
However, the fluid black bled
away from the gloss beneath. Then, finally, clumsy smash.
Now, it’s the woods with a yellow triangle made from
circles as points,
a red diamond, a blue diamond in a large black shape,
and the old green sign that says “I forest” with sun spot in it.
July 17, 2005. Lac Ouaureau, night.
I regret I could not hold the beautiful bleeding streaky aesthetic
of the forest. I had to replace it with a simple dark green cone.
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